Tianhai Zhanyi realized that he was flying.
Then, he realized that he had regained control of his body. He subconsciously began to wave his arms like a dancing puppet. It was rather laughable. But this still could not change his trajectory. As he watched Nanke's small face get closer and clearer, an expression of despair appeared on his face and he closed his eyes.
He had fallen into Nanke's hands, but he was not dead.
Nanke grabbed the front of his shirt and raised him into the night sky.
Tianhai Zhanyi opened his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably as he let out a mournful whine.
Nanke tilted her head and examined him, her wooden eyes somewhat perplexed, somewhat confused as to what was going on.
Tianhai Zhanyi was even more confused as to what was going on, his fear and confusion reaching the extreme.
Nanke looked past him to the other side.
Whether it was the soldiers and experts of the Mount Song Army, the Emotion-Severing Sect, or the Tianhai clan, they were all at a loss as to what was going on.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei were no longer on the mountain path.
Two gusts of wind could be heard from the distant mountains in the darkness, and one could occasionally hear a pine tree being smashed and snapped.
One figure was rushing down the cliff into the valley while the other was madly rushing up the snowy peak.
In a few moments, those two figures had already traveled several hundred zhang.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei had left.
They had left with such determination that they simply did not care about the fate of their subordinates and trusted aides.
It was obvious that this had been their plan all along, that they had come to a tacit understanding.
At the very beginning, Zhu Ye's question to the middle-aged scholar and their conversation had all been a smokescreen.
They had thrown Tianhai Zhanyi at Nanke to buy a little more time.
They had fled in two different directions to buy a little more time.
Everything had been for the sake of escaping.
Zhu Ye had never thought about staying and fighting with Nanke. It was not because he feared Nanke's strength, but because he could not see through the other person.
That middle-aged scholar.
It was rumored that the Candle Shadow Shaman Elder at Nanke's side was truly skilled in using the zither to suppress enemies, but Zhu Ye was confident that this person had died long ago in the Garden of Zhou.
Who was that middle-aged scholar who played the zither?
Zhu Ye thought of a certain possibility, but this conjecture was far too shocking, so even he didn't dare believe it.
When the sky full of crossbow bolts rained down on the other side of the mountain path, he did not pay any attention to Nanke's response at all. Instead, he stared at the middle-aged scholar — the middle-aged scholar only lowered his head to look at the zither in his bosom. He did not move, not even the zither strings moved, much less dodge. However, those divine crossbow bolts imbued with Sacred Light floated away as if they were afraid.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Ye felt even more certain that his conjecture was correct.
Even if there was only a one in a thousand chance that the middle-aged scholar was the one he was thinking of, if he did not leave, he would definitely die here tonight.
Therefore, he decided to escape without any hesitation, even if he appeared to be shameless and pitiful.
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Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei vanished into the dark mountains like two stray dogs.
The experts of the Mount Song Army headquarters and the Emotion-Severing Sect were at a loss. They had no idea what was going on, much less what to do next.
The members of the Tianhai clan watched as their young master fell into the hands of the Demon Princess, their nervousness reaching its peak.
Tianhai Zhanyi looked into Nanke's eyes, his fear reaching its peak. The shadow of death gave him an unimaginable courage. With a sobbing yell, he swung his hands at Nanke's forehead.
He seemed to be in a panic, his fists seemingly without any pattern, but no one knew that these two fists were the supreme technique of the Tianhai clan: Grasping the Sparrow's Tail!
Two streaks of light tore through the gloomy darkness. Tianhai Zhanyi's fists struck Nanke like lightning bolts, accurately striking their target.
Two extremely clear and muffled thumps resounded through the mountain path.
Nanke did not dodge his fists, not even attempting to dodge. She continued to impassively stare at him.
In the breeze, a strand of black hair drifted up from her temple. She had not been severed, so she was naturally uninjured.
No one would avoid the waving forelimbs of a praying mantis on the road, and she would also ignore Tianhai Zhanyi's attack.
Although the supreme technique of the Tianhai clan was very powerful, his fists were powerless.
The insurmountable gap between cultivation levels would render all techniques meaningless.
Tianhai Zhanyi was in utter despair. He wanted to say a few words to beg for her to spare his life, but he could not speak.
Nanke released her grip and put him down. She walked to the edge of the mountain path and gazed at the snowy mountains in the darkness, but the two wings on her back could not be seen.
She gazed at the two figures rapidly departing from the peak and the bottom of the cliff, silently thinking, these two should be important figures of the Human race, but they're both so shameless. It's no wonder that the Divine race, which has ruled over the north of the continent for more than a thousand years, has never been able to defeat the Human race. If this is the case, in the future, I have to kill them as soon as possible in such a situation.
Tianhai Zhanyi gazed at her back, somewhat perplexed as to what was going on.
Then, he suddenly felt something sweet in his throat, and then his heart felt somewhat cold.
He lowered his head and saw that one feather was stuck in his throat while the other was deeply embedded in his chest.
The feather was green and seemed particularly bewitching in the inky darkness. It was grasped in the hands of the two demon beauties.
With two soft sounds, the green feather vanished and the two demon beauties dissipated into countless specks of light. They then reassembled on the side of the mountain path, transforming back into wings that lightly flapped.
Tianhai Zhanyi knelt on the ground, his hands covering his throat and chest. He watched as the blood dyed green by poison seeped through his fingers as he gradually stopped breathing.
Nanke did not even glance at him. She continued to stare at the two figures in the mountain range.
Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei had fled in completely opposite directions. Even if she possessed the most inconceivable speed in the world, she could only catch up to one of them in these snowy mountains. Moreover, with her level of strength, she did not dare claim that she could win against just one of them. After all, those two were true human experts, not Tianhai Zhanyi.
She very naturally turned to the middle-aged scholar, asking for instructions on what to do.
The middle-aged scholar ignored her. His head was lowered, his eyes focused on the zither strings that trembled despite the lack of wind.
Nanke understood.
Her wings madly flapped and the wind and snow danced. She transformed into a green streak of light and vanished into the darkness.
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Everyone said that descending a mountain was more difficult than ascending a mountain, but when speed was truly required, everyone knew that ascending a mountain was not as fast as running down a cliff. But Zhu Ye still chose to ascend the mountain, not because he was giving way to Ning Shiwei, but because he knew that tonight's escape did not depend entirely on speed. The faster one went, the safer it would be.
If he had to chase after two groups of fugitives, he would definitely go after the fastest one first.
Sure enough, in the following period of time, he did not hear the sound of wind breaking behind him, nor did he see that green stream of light.
He rejoiced, but he did not dare to relax. Circulating his true essence, he used the lightness technique of the Emotion-Severing Sect to its fullest extent. In a few moments, he had traveled ten-some li and arrived at the edge of the snowy peak. As long as he ran another several hundred zhang, he would be able to climb over the mountain, see the lights of Gaoyang Village, and alarm the garrison there.
His breathing was already very rapid, and he could even hear the heaviness hidden within it.
The slightly illuminated night sky above the mountain appeared before his eyes, giving him new strength in his almost-exhausted true essence and increasing his speed.
At this moment, an extremely soft sound came from behind him.
It was like a thin piece of ice falling on another piece of ice, like the wind cutting through a thread of ice, like someone plucking the strings of a zither.
It was an illusion.
It had to be an illusion.
Zhu Ye said to himself.
He did not turn around, continuing to madly run forward. His breathing grew more and more rapid, heavier and heavier, gradually tinged with despair.
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